My blog has a new Follower: Masondan, whom I found and commented on his post arguing that women should not be police officers because it is against their “God-given nature”, or something. Looking round his blog and its comments, I thought he could be a BDSM satirist spouting fantasies with a thin veneer of Evangelical jargon, to see how many Christians he could get to agree; but from my brief, yet too detailed knowledge of Complementarians, he may be well within the bell-curve of Evangelical views, not at the nutty extreme. Come on, Masondan! Comment! Tell me it ain’t so!
I don’t know I will get anything from my avowed purpose of going to London, but I really enjoyed the conversations. My hostess was out when I got to her house, so her son Felix, who is 14, gave me something to eat and a cup of tea, then we chatted. Living in D’Israeli Gardens, he knows of that Prime Minister, and something of the House of Commons and House of Lords; he knows perhaps more of US legislative government than Americans his age, including that Lincoln was a Republican, but on the Left of politics then. He observed that the German Democratic Republic was Communist, so we discussed the meaning of Democracy. I was impressed. Then his mother returned, and we talked until midnight over wine, of our concerns, and noted we have formed a deep connection.
On the tube, I got chatting because of an ice-cream spill on the floor.
-Don’t worry, it won’t mess your shoes too much.
She is Texan, quite happy to be old enough that people give up their seats for her. She is over to visit her husband’s family in Wales, after three days in London. You have to visit London. It has the buzz of New York, but much more charm. She and her husband live in an RV, with the van 52″ of space which is quite enough. They winter in Florida and spend the Summer in Colorado. For Thanksgiving and Christmas they are with her relatives in Texas. It is surprising how little space you need. Have I thought of what I want to do when I retire?
I even got chatting in the hospital, queuing for a blood test, to a student. He is studying forensic science- how bodies rot when left outside, that kind of thing, you need a certain type of mind. He hopes to specialise in forensic genetics. He has wide hips and an unbroken voice- that was my way of getting chatting- is transitioning aged 19, and this is his first visit to that hospital: I congratulate him.